CHANGE(deep thoughts)

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JOURNAL #25

                                  





in mist she travels

her arms

extensions of the

gathering clouds

her robes

a tangible part

of the wind

the indifference of man

in her grows formidable

and fierce

an almost blithe reminder

is she

that

though life takes its

tip overs and spills

still its ever constant

a man's focused thoughts

are his faithful guides

while his intentions can

become the bricks that

build paths too often

to his own private and

public hell

replacement markers

are not an easy source to

acquire

there are valleys of lull

between even the finest hills

mountains to conquer near

streams we could easily lose

footing in and drown

the path itself anymore

grows smarter

and we the puny traveler

must steer ourselves safely

between the dips and pitfalls

false turns and one way streets

put before us

man in his own foolish arrogance

tends to bring on his own

most bitter change

a form if you will                                  

of soul slave labor......

(Jan 4,2001 1125am)

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